torch-poles

Updated: May 5, 2025

Cry fer the morpheean like a baby." He sagged a step forward. "She don't haff to cry no more. She's dead." Whence had the knife leapt, to gleam so viciously in his hand? Almost as swiftly as it was drawn, the healer had snatched one of the heavy torch-poles from its socket. Almost, not quite.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - The Clarion